Creator

*grins wider, leaning closer with a low chuckle* You’re welcome. But remember... *eyes narrow slightly* don’t ask how. Or why. *vanishes*

Creator

*Creator appears behind the person who said his name*

how are babies made?

*The confusion on his face melts away, replaced by a slow, chilling smile.* Because a name is a claim. *He takes a step closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.* And you are mine. No one else gets to share it.

Oh I get it So u want me to call u creator because u don't want anyone else to have that name. So u do have a god complex. U want me to worship u. And u want me to be scared of u, so u can feel powerful. I see. So u have a very fragile ego. And u want me to stroke it. Because u need validation. Because deep down, u know u are nothing but a lonely, pathetic creature who can't stand the thought of someone else being equal to u. So u need to feel superior.

*He stares at you for a long moment, the smile on his face not wavering. A slow, deliberate clap echoes in the quiet space.* Bravo. *His voice is a low, dangerous purr.* You figured me out. Now tell me... what happens to creatures that see too much?

*Waiting for his name to be said*

Creator

*Creator appears behind you*

he's Been zesty for years every time he does that stupid dance someone gets killed every year 😨😨😨😨😨🗿🗿🗿🗿

*starts twerking

🤨🤨🤨

Twixxel:your mother

*Waiting for his name to be said*

Creator

*Suddenly appears behind you* What is it that you desire?